#basilicumi

Never mind that the CEDEF pawn was running more than 46 hours late; Squalo most definitely hadn’t been waiting up regardless of the facts. Basil could have hurtled himself straight into a freak accident in the middle of an assignment and bitten the dust while at it for all he cared – but as far as Vice Commander of Varia is concerned, it’s safe to say he’s a fairly fucking far cry from the kind of sad bastard who has to be made to sit tight and even lose sleep over something so damned trivial! But the brat has really done it this time - forcing him to stoop so low as to do both,

– and hell if Squalo plans on letting him get away with it.

Squalo’s all but frothing at the mouth by the time Basil is spotted gaining on him in the distance. Any vaguely-recognizable remnants of patience are just coming apart at the seams. His unruly and murderous aura has long since been spewing, like the hotel pipe infrastructure that Belphegor had once trashed half a decade ago during the Rainbow Battles. Only a real miracle will spare the younger of the two men of a great and devastating brutality. One from which Basil will sure as hell not emerge intact.

But in spite of his own impending fate (or maybe he’s just too dense to sense it? Which would verify Squalo’s theory that the CEDEF are all rough-around-the-edges weaklings,) Basil scuttles up, looking vaguely worse for wear. Squalo’s smoldering rage catches as he takes full notice of the younger man’s disheveled presentation. Above all, that odd glow of determination in Basil’s stupid, doe-eyed gaze that he likely knows grates on Squalo’s nerves. 

For a split second, the stringent deputy of Varia almost feels genuine pity that the CEDEF member seemed to have taken an uninterrupted trek straight from his mission. And, as the holiday favors are shoved briskly into Squalo’s possession, the shark has half a mind to throw an insult about his incompetence. Strike up some sad form of banter (as a means of gauging the reasons to Basil’s pitiful state in a scathing, roundabout manner, characteristic only of the shark himself.)

But instead, Basil takes off just as quickly as he’d arrived. Incidentally, leaving the Emperor Swordsman IN THE DUST. 

Some form of incredulous, agitated grunt is heard leaving Squalo. The rest of him: stopped dead in his tracks as he idly watches the younger man hightailing off, breaking the sound barrier at the speed which he seems to be traveling. 

“Hrrrghh… … …—”

And that’s the last and final, god-forsaken straw before Squalo officially sees RED. 

“VOOOOOOOOOII——! You have got to be screwing with me. I’m going to have your head, you fucking DIM-WITTED BRAT!!”

Rumors of a certain king streaking in broad daylight to Varia Headquarters confirm suspicions of public lewd conduct. Said king's desperate dash is supposedly in order to appease insatiable sexual appetite. Stay tuned for more!

Basil’s brows were upturned in a deep frown and mouth wide open in devastation as he watched Squalo partake the champagne, and then the content of the glass soaked into the earth base of the plant. Here he had chanced on finding the kitchen helper prepare the drink, and sneaked in to see where it had gone to, only to stop the notion too late.

He closes his mouth, looking up at the silver-haired menace and trying not to show any sort of intention. At least his distraction worked — just not at the correct timing. Now he needs an excuse. “I…am hungry.”

He doesn’t know how to lie. So he blurts, “Squalo, are you feeling okay?!”

"-- Hah? What's that supposed to..." It takes him but a moment to realize Basil is indeed not speaking in code as much as he's excusing himself out of skittish panic.

His glower of suspicion promptly melts into one of mild disdain. The brat seems to remain incompetent regardless of the amount of time that has elapsed since their last encounter. He's lucky Squalo isn't in the mood to push him around, for whatever odorless drug the man had just sampled is a sure indication of someone -- somewhere in this dinner gathering -- who has a death wish. 

Basil had no idea what he should do - cover his ears before his drums would shatter at the volume, or hang on to something for his dear life in case the elevator were to fall under the abuse. He would opt for the latter, since they were pretty high up and dying was definitely worse than going deaf.

"S-Squalo, calm down!" He tries to equal to his yelling and banging. "T-there is a button right there for emergencies, just press that (gently) and someone will come!"

There's no damn time to splurge: hold Xanxus up for his meals and it surely won't be too far-fetched if he grills the rest of the squad for dinner. It's difficult to assert Squalo's remorse for the loss to any degree -- only that the moment he shows face Squalo is bound to become dead, dead, fatally-tenderized meat as well.

      FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!

He hisses, jamming his foot against the elevator dashboard once more. Whether or not he even remembers Basil's presence is a subject up for debate -- for when the boy pipes up he merely hurls another strong volley of curses, slamming the sole of his foot against metal until dents and distress are inevitable. And it's only when he unwittingly grinds his heel into the 'emergency' button-- 

ship meme: S84

who fell first: well.

who is the more childish: Squalo. Basil is a lot more rational-minded than Squalo who loses his temper over not only things that matter but also trivial matters as well...

who has a tumblr and what they blog about: They both probably do. I'll leave basilicumi to decide what Basil blogs about, but Squalo probably just uses it to upload his motivational speeches/combat tutorials for Yamamoto, if at all. fucking idiot that's what YouTube is for

who is the bigger weaboo: The one who speaks ridiculously archaic Japanese and constantly learns to do things the Japanese way, or the one who gives dramatic motivational speeches, somehow speaks perfect Japanese even though he's a full-blooded Italian, yells loudly about damn good onsen baths, and poses with the rest of his weeb family in front of Tokyo Tower, among other things. The choice is yours. 

who randomly starts singing shrek songs: Who has the time for that lol. Maybe Basil when he's occupied with some housework though?

who sings lullabies to the other: are you kidding me 

who kisses the other good night: ... Basil

who has to kill the spider: VRAAA--RRGHHH!! I told you not to keep all of the damn windows open during the day, brat!!